Art And Culture

When we get used to living in a desert That sees all the four seasons on this earth, We see HOPE

Black is not a colour…Not even a creed or community. Invisible andsenseless fence that we create. We make them silentapartheid

I am like the lonely tomb of the sad and isolated.  Every now and then there is a fierce condemnation

“Kitchen is not safe.  Our lives are ruined within its wall. We are enslaved in it. We will never cook

Whose vocabulary is the sky? Of birds? Of the stars? Every bird and star Each letter, word and phrase Every

The Pelican and stork…the flamingo and crane,These are  some migratory birds that I can name,The subject, needless to say, is

Today, we see a drastic shift in the face of independent cinema with new challenges. First, the pandemic brought the

A poem dedicated to Rajasthan Camel Forces. The hooves of the camel whispered to the sand, Let us pass this

Within a honey filled sweet smile, Hundreds of pains are hidden; It cannot be said in public, The words that

Time has passed I have taken up the role of a mother But still somewhere within me resides a child